False Surface

Mason Sigmon
Lit Up
Published in
1 min readAug 1, 2018

Empty.
That’s how I feel.
Hollow.
I have nothing left to give.

Worthless.
I find meaning in trivial things.
Desolate.
I wear the mask of a loner to ward people away.

Vacant.
Open but unwilling to fill myself.
Valueless.
There is nothing inside.

Statue.
Poised and often displaying a false side.
Image.
Created but never what we wanted.

Fixing.
Always a work in progress but never completed.
Mend.

Repaired but still broken.

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